"Patience can save lives," Sky contributes. "Even our foes do not necessarily need to die, but to be apprehended. Patience is required to subdue without killing."

Sky Ninabu has long been a promoter of the idea that Jedi should bring as little harm to everyone as possible. While a respect for life is taught by the Order, Sky thinks that it should become the norm for all Jedi to subdue their targets without ending their lives.

She turns to you, Roan. "Actually, I have another reason for coming to see you, friend. The Council has requested your presence."

Sky accepts your gesture and leads the way, but Sunda is content to stay by your side as you make your way to the Council Chambers. Upon reaching it, you are greeted by good old Trorn, representative and secretary to the Jedi Council.

He is busy jotting something down, but manages to give you a brief wave to go ahead, into the Council Chambers.

Today the Jedi Council seems not to have convened. At least, not yet. But you are awaited by the venerable Mace Windu, standing with his back towards you, gazing out into the currently gray and stormy skies of Coruscant. Rain drizzles across the horizon.

"Coruscant has received a transmission requesting assistance, specifically for the Order to send one of its Jedi Knights to help with a particularly dangerous terrorist organization. You were requested by name, Roan..."

"Even so, I feel they should be mentioned. If what you know I do not mention, please feel free to contribute.

"Our first and foremost concern is the political atmosphere on Corellia. It seems that the terrorists that CorSec is dealing with are threatening extreme acts of violence if the government does not accept their terms. They ask for nothing less than seceding from the Republic. But CorSec has not requested the Jedi Order to bring an end to the problem. What they need is protection for their leaders, the Diktat, the Senator, and the Council. Primarily the Diktat. They cannot seek out their enemies if they are being conscious about protection.

"Our second concern is that this mission will bring you into contact with your father. It is unorthodox for a Jedi Knight to have such connections, as you know well. I'm certain it is not an issue with you, Roan, but even so. Should CorSec come into open conflict with these terrorists, your father's life may be at risk. Don't allow it to cloud your judgement. It is part of his position, as it is part of yours.

"Our third concern is for your Padawan. This will be his first assignment in the field as a Padawan Learner, and he will be entering a dangerous climate..."

"I am ready, Master Windu!" Sunda exclaims.

Mace grins slightly. "I have no doubt of this, young one, but there are dangers that may even surpass what prodigious skill you have developed. Every Jedi may be skilled and formidable... but no Jedi is invincible."

"I am confident that you will, Roan," Windu says. "But to help you keep focus and aid with the mission in general, we have decided to pair you up with your old friend, Sky Ninabu. It has been some time since you have worked together. Perhaps it is time again.

"CorSec knows more about the situation than the Jedi Council does. They will provide all necessary information once you make contact with them on Corellia. Your own transportation will suffice, not to mention that I'm sure they will be appreciative of a Corellian Jedi arriving in a Corellian-made vessel.

"Unless you have further questions, you are dismissed to commence your mission."

Your Corellian freighter (What is it called?) is very quickly prepared for launch. Soon enough, the fuel lines are detached, the engine is powered, the repulsorlifts kick in, and the thrusters roar as you guide the Corellian vessel out of the hangars of the Jedi Temple. Having clearance, you cut through traffic without a second thought and ascend into the skies of Coruscant, up past the skyscrapers and clouds until you break into the void of space.

"To Corellia," Sky says, sitting behind you in a passenger seat. Sunda rides as co-pilot, though he pretty much just stares at the controls.